amy rose classic

As Noah departed from the royal vault, elsewhere in the castle, Strauss was attending a private meeting. He stood in his mirrored chamber, facing the reflections of Curcio and Scyler.

The rest of the fourth round continued without issue. Foley held his own in a fight against a woman armed with two quarter staffs, relying on his tried-and-true method of putting up his defenses and waiting for his enemy to tire. For several minutes, she beat on his shields like she was playing the drums, but when she realized she couldn’t break through, she surrendered, able to walk out of the arena with some of her dignity intact. Not long after, Saimallah claimed victory in another one-sided beatdown against a church agent, never even touching his opponent. The round ended with Seraph narrowly defeating an axe wielder, due much in part to luck. The man was mighty and skilled with his weapon, but the fact remained that if Seraph still had his magic, he wouldn’t have even been a challenge. All of the prince’s victories were won by the skin of his teeth.

“Umph…ahhh…” Carol grunted and drew in her breath as I continued to violate her. I thought she was going to tell me to stop, but she kept gently pushing her ass onto my fingers. I was mesmerized watching her asshole spread and her sphincter relax. After a bit I looked down and saw Carol, cheek still against the granite, looking at me and smiling.